It seems somewhat ironic that my last blog post was about how being aimless is dangerous to productivity. I would have sworn it was only a couple of years ago, but apparently it was 7. Clearly I never found that to-do list again.
2021 seems like the time to get back on the horse, but also a strange time to be doing a retrospective. After a year of enforced strangeness, we’re finally starting to creep back to normality and either going back to how things were or trying to start afresh. Personally, I’m hoping to try something a bit different to before. Lockdown brought with it so many opportunities and a different way of living that I’m reluctant to give up now.
At the time of my last blog entry I was looking for a job, but also looking at an office for self-employment, planning a trip to South East Asia and discovering the joys of RPF. I had an amazing trip, did get the office but barely ever used it, and ended up back in full time work a year later. That set me off on a somewhat unexpected journey – I started in customer service and moved rapidly into quality assurance and from there into data analysis, which I still do now. Working full time and commuting by public transport killed my writing though. It wasn’t until lockdown, when we moved abruptly to working from home, that I finally got back into the swing of it. It’s good to be back.
Really interesting results, and useful to know.
Writer Survey Results.
I’ve just signed up for a Big Bang challenge. One of my LiveJournal friends runs, it seems like, hundreds of these, and the one I’ve just signed up for is one I suggested a couple of years ago. It’s called Journey Story, and the themes of the stories are, well, journeys. This is the fourth challenge, and I’ve failed at it twice. This time, though, victory will be mine.
I love doing Big Bangs because it’s a nice length for me. Journey Story is 10000 words, although I normally reach up to about 15k, which used to take me about a week to write. How long it will take me this time, I have no idea, but I’ve broken out a new notebook for it.
Fannish writing is still my favourite thing to do. Fanfiction is so many things; it’s a craft you can share despite thousands of miles, it’s getting involved with your favourite show or book even when there will be no more canon, it’s getting to mess about in a story without any actual intentions. It’s magic, in short.
This story has been waiting for a long time. A while back I wrote a story based on a series of prompts, in which Ianto Jones was actually a Timelord called the Archivist who ended up trapped at Torchwood. He fell in love with Jack, of course, and I fell in love with the whole story. I had so many sequels planned… and I’ve not got around to writing any of them. That is about to change, at last, because this story is going to be the one where they go hopping through the universe in search of lost libraries, Jack goes hopping into bed with other people, and Ianto goes running from his own emotions. It makes sense in my head, and now I need to make it make sense on paper, or on screen.
Quite frankly, I just want to go and sit in a pub and write for days.
A few days ago I ordered some photos so I could do some scrapbook pages for my stories. Locations, characters, events, that sort of thing. They arrived this morning, and I’d love to get started, except that I’m leaving for a weekend of morris dancing in an hour and a half.
They’ll hav to wait for next week.
I’ve been using WriteWay for years, because I got it before Scrivener was available on Windows. Now, though, I have two new computers and no access to the email address I used to buy it, so I need to purchase it again. As I’m at that stage, I’ve downloaded the Scrivener trial to see if I like it as much as WriteWay.
We’re pretty sure that last night he fell in the pond. The back half was wet and muddy, the front half was just sad. It’s only a shallow little pond, but he wasn’t pleased. We got him mostly dry and gave him a wipe down and then brushed him, and finally let him be to go and lick his wounded pride.
Aren’t cats supposed to be sleek, elegant creatures? He once fell off a chair by lifting his leg to wash it. And when we took him for his jabs he escaped from the carrier and hid under the seat instead. One day I will write a children’s book about him and his brother, who is as sure as Tyb is clumsy and likes to climb… everything.
This morning I had my bi-weekly writing group in town, where I showed off just how little I’d got done in the intervening fortnight, but did scribble down a new idea for a novel about an allotment.
Then I came home and fought some more with my new computer. It… doesn’t want to install Windows 7. This seems to be a fairly common problem, judging by the number of results when you search for “Windows 7 hangs at startup screen during clean install”. (About 17 and a half million, if you’re curious, but I didn’t get beyond the first page of people having the same problem as me to see if they were all relevant.) As far as I can tell, Windows have said nothing on the subject. People seem to have solved the problem by swapping out their power supply, RAM cards, hard drives, all USB attachments and video cards, to find the culprit. I do not have the components available to do that, and as it was delivered yesterday, I don’t feel I should have to.
So I am going to have to get them to take it back, and ask that they check that Windows 7 will install on it. I do have another computer, but it doesn’t run Sims. This makes me a very sad panda.
Tomorrow, though, I am going to watch morris dancing, so I might have to set my mother on them. That’s always fun, and gets the job done.
Blogging is a habit I find it very, very easy to get out of. I make plans too far in advance, and then a couple of days throws them out. A couple of months, and now I can’t even remember what my blogging plan was. There was writing, and there was Tuesday Toolsday, I think? I probably blogged it somewhere. Now I’m staring up at the mountain, wondering how to get back to the base camp I fell from. Don’t worry, though. I have a cunning plan. Continue reading